Just then, while everyone's attention was focused on this side, Wang Yi suddenly exploded into motion on the weak side.
He ran in a wide arc from the sideline, heading straight for the basket.
Duke Jin had no chance of catching up to Wang Yi on his own.
Not only was he too slow to keep up, but Wang Yi's sudden burst of speed left Duke Jin in the dust, opening up a gap of about four meters in an instant.
The Pistons' power forward, Dute, had been guarding Dauding on the left side at a 45-degree angle. Realizing something was wrong, he turned around and saw Wang Yi already running toward the basket. He immediately raced after him.
On the perimeter, Zhang Jiacheng had drawn the defense. The moment he saw Wang Yi take off, he tossed the ball toward the basket.
Wang Yi leaped while he was still three meters from the ball.
He caught it one-handed with his right hand in midair.
But by then, the pursuing Pistons power forward, Dute, had also leaped high, both arms raised to block Wang Yi.
He was clever, too. He positioned his right hand close to the basket.
That meant that no matter how high Wang Yi jumped, the ball would still have to pass Dute's hand to reach the basket—unless Wang Yi could drop it straight down into the hoop.
But obviously, that wasn't possible.
In other words, if Wang Yi tried to dunk now, he was guaranteed to get blocked.
Wang Yi knew that, of course.
He was to the right of the basket, with Dute and his enormous hands between him and the rim.
Even so, Wang Yi had initially raised the ball high to dunk. But then he suddenly reached his right hand out to the